Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 461

"Brian."

Kendall got up and hurriedly grabbed Brian's hand as she persuaded, "You've had two glasses of wine. Even if

you're not drunk, you can't drive, so you should stay here for the night. This is your home too, so where are you

returning to?"

Brian lowered his head and watched their linked hands.

After that, he turned around to gaze deeply at her.

Under the light, Brian could clearly see Kelly's beauty.

Kelly was his Aphrodite.

Even if the goddess had fallen from grace, he couldn't let her go.

"Kelly, if I stay here, I'm afraid…"

His voice was low, and he didn't complete the sentence.

He knew Kelly understood what he meant.

However, Kelly still held his hand tightly and did not speak.

At that point, Brian couldn't help but hug her, and neither did Kelly push him away.

Her meekness silently encouraged Brian as he put his arm around her slender waist. Although she was pregnant,

she was still in the first trimester, and her figure had not changed. Then, he used the other hand to lift her chin to

gaze deeply at her features.

His head got lower, and he eventually captured her sweet lips.

Kelly subconsciously grabbed his shirt and lifted her chin to accept his kiss.

Finally able to kiss his goddess' sweet lips, Brian started to get excited under the influence of alcohol. He felt the

blood in his body boiling.

He couldn't stop himself and wasn't going to, as he wanted to explore deeper.

Then, the two bodies fell together onto the large bed.

After some vigorous exercise, Kelly fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Brian took a hot shower before he sat on the edge of the bed to look at Kelly's sleeping face. Thereafter

, he used his large hand to touch Kelly's face.

If Kelly hadn't had an affair with Jackson, I would cherish her very much and marry her. Now, however…

Brian withdrew his hand that was touching her face.

Now, they both took what they needed.

Afterward, he got up and turned off the lights to leave the room.

After going downstairs, he summoned his housekeeper and instructed her to keep an eye on Kelly.

It was because he was afraid that Kelly would miscarry.

Of course, it wasn't because Brian wanted to save the child as it wasn't his. However, he didn't want Kelly to get

hurt because of the miscarriage.

"Prepare my breakfast tomorrow morning. I'll come back early tomorrow."

Brian instructed the housekeeper and left.

As such, the housekeeper escorted him out and watched him drive away from the villa before she closed the villa's

door.

One of the rooms upstairs had the lights turned off.

Hence, the housekeeper did not go upstairs to disturb Kelly's rest.

…

Early in the morning, the sun broke through the clouds and shone brightly.

It was to be a good day ahead.

The Coleman Residence was still quiet, but those who had poor sleep were already up.

And the poor sleeper was none other than Tilly.

She was worried about Dylan. However, she was stubborn enough to not let down her pride to ask about him.

After she sat quietly in the hall for a moment, she got up and headed out.

"Old Madam Coleman, where are you going? Let me accompany you."

The housekeeper, Tia, quickly appeared.

However, Tilly waved her hand and said, "I want to walk by myself, so don't follow me. I'm not going far. I'll just walk

around here."

Tilly was too old to have the stamina to walk around the Coleman Residence, so her usual range of activity was

around that main house.

If she had to go to other sons' houses, they would come and pick her up without her having to travel too far.

"Old Madam Coleman, should I wake Miss Alice up to keep you company?"

Tia thought Tilly didn't want her company.

"No, it's still early. Let Ally sleep a little longer."

Then, Tilly said gently, "Tia, I'm old, but not so old that I would faint if I took a walk alone. Don't worry about me; I'll

only walk around and bask in the sunrise."

Since she said that, Tia stayed silent.

So, Tilly walked out of the low-key, luxurious hall. She did not linger in the courtyard, but walked straight through

and went out.

However, she didn't know where to go after exiting the main house.

Finally, she headed for Dylan's residence.

When Tilly arrived near the pavilion where Dylan often ate, she stopped walking forward. Instead, she stepped into

the pavilion to sit down by the stone table, and looked out in the distance with her back turned to Dylan's residence.

All she saw was the view of her own home.

The power that the Coleman Family had built over several generations was enormous. Moreover, Tilly was relieved

that their family had a successor, so she didn't have to worry about it.

Soon after, the sound of steady footsteps sounded behind them.

Tilly turned to look at the approaching man. It was none other than Dylan, her beloved eldest grandson, who also

made her mad.

Dylan's wheelchair was parked at the pavilion entrance, and Ronnie and the rest didn't follow him.

One of the rooms upstairs had the lights turned off.

Tilly watched Dylan take one step up the steps as he walked into the pavilion and to her side to sit down.

Dylan didn't sleep well last night either.

He had the dream he hadn't had in a long time last night. Moreover, he dreamed about a baby, probably because

he drew a baby yesterday. One would dream about what one thought about in the day, so he dreamt about a baby.

As he was used to having dreams about his wife, he was not used to it when Kendall was not by his side. In addition,

the dream made Dylan toss and turn. Before he had the taste of ecstasy, it was tormenting enough but after the

joy, it was nothing short of torturous.

Hence, he had dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, coupled with a scruffy chin. In short, he looked utterly

haggard.

When Tilly saw that, she was visibly distressed.

As soon as Dylan sat down, she slapped him hard on his arm and scolded, "You little brat, how long do you want to

torment me? You didn't eat for a whole day. Just look at yourself; you are hurting yourself for a woman!"

Dylan didn't speak and let Tilly slap his arm.

After Tilly was done, he lightly instructed, "Ronnie, let the kitchen deliver a meal for me and Old Madam Coleman."

Then, Ronnie hurriedly called over to the kitchen to let them quickly bring Tilly and Dylan's breakfast over.

Tilly's face eased up as she sighed. "It's been a long time since you've eaten with me. When you were little, you

were a particularly picky eater. Every day, to get you to eat more, I racked my brain to make all kinds of delicious

food for you to make you eat. Fortunately, you later got rid of the bad habit of being a picky eater."

"You taught me that everyone makes mistakes. Making mistakes is okay, as long as we fix them."

It was a double entendre.

Tilly knew what Dylan meant.

She didn't answer him. She reached out to gently stroke his handsome face, eyes, and chin before rubbing his

stubble.

"How many days has it been since you last shaved?"

"Just a few days."

The scruff certainly didn't grow overnight.

It was obvious that Dylan hadn't shaved in a few days.

"In the past, your grandfather used to carry you and play with you by nuzzling his scruffy face into yours. You'd cry

while laughing and call me for help."

Dylan smiled at that. "Grandpa said he wanted to grow a long beard to be a long-bearded old man. However, you

disliked his long beard, so he didn't grow it until his last breath."